I had a dream about you. You were Mickey Mantle and I was a fireplace without a mantle. I didnt like baseball so I kept telling you that you could do something productive with your life like becoming a Tupperware salesman.

I had a dream about you. I was a shoe salesman and you had no feet. I needed to make a sale or Id be fired and you needed reliable transportation. I suggested you buy shoes from me and for me and in return Id give you a piggyback ride. In the end you bought a new purse and I ended up punching my boss in his face.

I had a dream about you. You were a finger food salesman and I was a man with no fingers who sold wearable silverware called Silverwear. Through a hand gesture you indicated you were number one and then you tried stabbing me with your index finger. Then I insulted your grandma and stabbed you with my eating utensil. What I did was wrongI should never have insulted your grandma.

I had a dream about you. I was selling dreams and you were selling sleep. We decided to partner up until I used some of your product and went for a sleepwalk and fell off a cliff.

I had a dream about you. I invented and sold shoes that left no footprints and you were thinking about committing a murder in a muddy area. I said that committing a murder was a bad idea and that you should commit several murders but I was just trying to sell more shoes.

I had a dream about you. You were a test-tube salesman and I was the worlds first test-tube baby. You were excited to meet me and you asked me what I was doing with myself. I said I was a uterus salesman and that life was good.

I had a dream about you. You were a sunscreen salesperson and you approached me and said Would you like to buy some sunscreen I looked at you like you were a curious insect as I replied No thanks. Im still standing in my fathers shadow.

Couples should be able to share their dreams with one another. Thats why for just 69.69 youll like what I have to sell you. Its not just one tube and two suction cups you each attach to your foreheadsits the Dream Tunnel.

Dreams have one-way doorsthe door you enter cannot be exited from and the door you exit from cannot be used for reentry. And I just want to sell tickets to an event people will pay to sleep through.

I had a dream about you. I was a sleeping bag salesman and you sold insomnia. I tried talking you into selling sex instead because that way we could sell combo packages. But you said no because you didnt want to infringe on your grandmas sales numbers because thats what she sold.